I receive a commission to paint a watercolor for a girl. She wants me to paint a girl pointing a gun at her. She provides me with a large palette with new grass growing on it, and stones that can be scraped for color. My pal T advises me. He has taken a watercolor class recently.

I sit in a plush chair. I am wearing a black neoprene glove. I retract the blade from a pistol-shaped utility knife. I hear the boss' son approaching me from behind. I hear the boss' order and wait for a bullet in the back of my head. I slump down in the chair and scream, twice, still waiting.

The space heater on my desk has caused a power cord to become brittle and crumbly. IS arrives to install new cables. My desk must be pushed out into the middle of a large warehouse room. I get a woman to help me wrap it up in electrical tape. My "Hold my calls" joke falls flat. The tape is old and comes off immediately in small sticky strips. I seem to be holding a pistol while we work. I tell her I think it's unloaded, but we both can see it has at least four bullets.

New Mexico School of Yoga

Go through the postures of a basic sun salutation, beginner breath exercises and savasana. Other basic yoga postures are covered, building slowly to ensure correct alignment and modifications for each person.